“Stop sexually harassing me, or I’ll contact your board of directors and tell them about the pervy way this food pantry treats its clients.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re not a client,” Kate said, giving his perfect ass a little squeeze.
“I feel violated. I’m going now.”
“You will never get me out of your system, you know.”
“I do believe that’s true, Katie Long Legs. Because now I only want you more.”
CHAPTER TEN
Ian had offered to drive Kate to the airport, and she’d accepted. When they got down to the bottom of the steps in front of her apartment, she looked around, confused. “Where’s your car?”
“It’s right in front of you,” he said as he walked toward a shiny black Escalade, opened the back, and put her suitcase inside.
It shouldn’t have surprised her, and the luxury vehicle seemed like a perfect match for him, but sometimes she forgot about his money. Kate could only hope he’d been telling her the truth when he said he earned it via legitimate means. He opened Kate’s door and turned on the seat warmer for her.
“The Shelby’s in storage until spring, which probably won’t arrive until June, and that’s only if we’re lucky. I’m not sure why I ever thought moving to such a cold place would be a good idea.”
All she heard was that he’d be staying until June.
“Thanks again for the package,” Kate said. Another shipment from Victoria’s Secret had arrived on her doorstep yesterday. This time, in addition to a pair of two-piece jersey pajamas in a rich, deep red, which were the softest pajamas Kate had ever slept in, Ian had sent a short black cashmere sweaterdress that crisscrossed in the back, and a pair of black lace-top thigh-high stockings that made her blush when she thought about wearing them. She’d already thanked him by text but felt it was the kind of gift that required another mention, and possibly a striptease.
“You’re welcome. The dress and stockings are mostly for me.”
Kate laughed. “Yes, I got that.”
When they arrived at the airport, Kate said, “I’m flying American.” She expected him to drop her off curbside, but he followed the signs for short-term parking and took a ticket. When the gate rose, he pulled into the ramp and found a spot on the second level.
“We’re a little early,” he said. “Maybe we can think of something to do.”
“What are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Kate asked.
“Was I too vague? I meant steaming up the windows of this car.”
“Humor me for a minute.”
“I’ll be working on Thanksgiving.”
“You’re not going home to Texas?” she asked.
“No.”
“What about your family?”
His expression remained neutral when he said, “I don’t really have any family to speak of.”
How could he not have any family? Everyone had a family, didn’t they?
“So you’ll be alone?”
“I don’t mind. Holidays have never really been my thing.”
“Is there anyone in Minneapolis? Friends or maybe business acquaintances?”
“I tend to keep to myself.”
“But don’t you—”
Before she could finish, Ian leaned over and kissed her. Maybe that was why he was so good at it. Kate presumed there’d been other women, possibly more than a few, whose questions he’d silenced with his mouth. She put her arms around him, and he pulled her as close as the console would allow. When he slipped his hand up the back of her shirt, Kate nearly melted from the feel of his warm palm on her bare skin.
Ian pushed the button to run his seat back as far as it would go. “Come over here.”
“Hold on. There’s a family getting out of the car next to us. I don’t want to traumatize the kids. Aw, they’re wearing Mickey Mouse ears.”
“Are they gone?”
“Almost.” Kate waited until they shut their trunk and started to walk away before she scaled the console and sat sideways in Ian’s lap.